Leif felt pretty confident. For one, his mentor and Homer went way back. Secondly, nobody in Grindham would refuse Fabien a favor. He glided upstairs with mystical poise and found Dorthan standing outside the room. "Dorthan, why are you hanging out here? Where's Mr. Bond?" Dorthan looked him over. "Why aren't you practicing at the Infernal Order? What brings you here?" Leif gave a mysterious smile. "I need to speak with Mr. Bond about something." After that, he knocked on the door. "Mr. Bond, I'm Mr. Enzo Alstone's disciple from the Infernal Order. I need a word." From inside, Homer didn't open up. His voice drifted through the door. "What about?" Seeing that he wouldn't be invited in, Leif lowered his voice. "Mr. Langford from the Chamber of Commerce wants to meet you. He hopes you'll do him a favor. Tomorrow is the founding day of the Chamber, and Mr. Langford wants to relocate the Chamber's headquarters. "He'd like you to check out the esoteric formation of the new loc
When Aria promised payback, she would always back it with real action. If they dared to scheme against Rafael, she'd make sure everyone who bet on this race would regret it. The Special Missions Unit had members investigating leads, fighting corruption, and providing protection. After Rafael was detained, someone else had slipped inside to watch over him. Aria's visit as a lawyer was just the beginning. She had to arrange proper protection before she could rest easy. Take Jerry, for instance. He thought he had hidden his intentions well, but he had no idea he'd been under surveillance the whole time. Aria was the best at playing the long game. The Special Missions Unit had everything documented, including who Jerry had contacted, what calls he'd made, and who might be pulling his strings. The bottom line was simple. Whoever tried to frame Rafael should prepare to lose their position of power. Fabien never could have predicted this outcome. After all, Aria's true identity had
Aria turned toward the voice. The speaker was none other than Terrence, the third-place finisher from the poster. He was good-looking enough but clearly incapable of saying anything decent. Every word Terrence spoke dripped with disdain for Rafael. What others did not know was that Terrence had once worked for Rafael's company, collecting paychecks while secretly participating in fixed races behind the club's back. Rafael, who couldn't tolerate such dishonesty, had fired him without making the reason public. Never would he have imagined this ungrateful wretch would show not an ounce of appreciation. Instead, he had returned to mock them in their time of trouble. Cason was furious. "Terrence, you know exactly what you did. Mr. Carver kept quiet back then to protect your future and reputation, but that doesn't mean no one knows!" Everyone nearby perked up at this, all ears to learn what had happened. Terrence noticed their interest and barked, "Don't you all have work to do?"
Right then, a notification chime broke the silence. Aria's lips curved into a devious smile. "We have more work to do now."Simon had confusion written across his face. But without explanation, Aria rose from her seat and headed for the door, answering Hans's call as she moved. "It was just like what you've predicted. Virgil Jastrow—one of the race's major sponsors—invited Ross for a lunch meet-up a few days before the race. Nobody knew what they discussed, but Ross walked out looking like he'd already been handed the trophy." Hans concluded firmly, "They must have struck a deal." Aria was not surprised. She had told Hans to investigate this because it was strange how the crime scene was cleaned up so thoroughly after incidents like this happened during the rally. It could only mean that the organizers or sponsors were involved in this. She slipped on her helmet and tossed a matching one to Simon in the back seat. The helmets featured built-in Bluetooth earpieces, which made t
The rain poured harder as Leon and Clary spoke. Clary had no idea why the weather changed so suddenly. She just smiled and said, "If you miss Ms. Carver, just call her more often. You're siblings after all." "Aria's too busy. I don't want to add to her stress." Leon couldn't hide the pride in his voice. "Let's go grab some food." Clary knew how close the Carver siblings were. She held the umbrella over him. Just then, an actress still wearing her wedding dress from the scene approached them. She called softly, "Mr. Carver." Leon paused and turned around. "Yes?" "Nothing really. I just wanted to thank you. If it weren't for you, I would've had to take so many more slaps for that scene." She was referring to the movie scene. Leon shrugged it off. "I was just doing my job." With that, he and Clary climbed into the MPV and left the set. Clary seemed troubled. Not wanting to beat around the bush, she said, "You know how famous you are. You're a huge star, and everyone want
Someone had set up a manifestation here. Their goal couldn't have been simply to have someone die in a crash. They wanted Ross to die with everyone watching, to show that he was killed by Rafael. This was a setup targeting Rafael. With this realization, Aria tightened her grip, quietly slipping the red thread into her pocket without alerting anyone. The case had attracted a lot of attention. After all, Rafael was an international racing star with massive fame. The deceased was no ordinary person either—Ross was another celebrated racer with countless fans. His death in Farshya would spark international tension if they couldn't produce solid evidence, and the public wouldn't be satisfied with it. She needed solid proof to defend Rafael. Since the ghoststring coins were connected to Ross, she had to investigate his relationships thoroughly. Without hesitation, Aria left the scene and immediately called Hans. "I need you to look into someone—an international racer called Ross Br